Wooyoung, a 17 year old, has a lot on his plate and struggles to deal with to fathom the complicated idea of falling in love.
San seems to have everything under control. He has a loving family, good friends and is happy with life. Except for the fa...
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WOOYOUNG
"I'd smash."
Wooyoung found it difficult to actually believe what he had heard. He'd need someone to just reply those words again just to make sure he hears it right. He turned swiftly to Seonghwa and his eyes were already on him. The facial expression Seonghwa was making was beyond his understanding and his eyes told him a different message all together.
Wooyoung's heart was pounding against his chest and his cheeks were genuinely warmer than usual. He didn't want to know that if he looked at himself in the mirror right now, he'd be no different from a tomato.
"Seonghwa you beast!", Mingi bellowed.
"Is it me or has Wooyoung lost it?", Yeosang pointed closer at the younger.
He quickly went for a can of beer, opened it and in desperation, downed half it. Then he was regretting it. He'd never drank beer in his life so maybe should have thought this one through. It was strong and bitter and having had half of it, he started choking.
"Wooyoung are you okay?", Hongjoong attempted to stand up but Seonghwa had swooped in instead. He helped Wooyoung to his feet, the hand on his back not being missed by anyone as he led the younger to the kitchen. Hongjoong sat back down with an irritated look on his face.
Wooyoung grabbed a random cup and filled it with water then gulped down the whole thing. He was still having a hard time recovering. He didn't know why this was such a big deal. He normally wouldn't have cared anyway.
"Hey are you okay?"
He turned to meet Seonghwa's gaze. The elder was leaning against the table, a look of worry on his face.
"...Yeah, I am."
Seonghwa sighed in relief, "That's good. You looked like you weren't feeling too well out there. Do you want me to leave you here to yourself or?..."
"Yes please... it's the alcohol."
Seonghwa ruffled his hair, "That's okay. Join us later, hm?"
Not trusting his own voice, Wooyoung just nodded. With Seonghwa gone, he fell down to the nearest chair trying to make sense of what happened. Trying to make sense of why this had such a great impact on him. He'd been eye fucked for most part of his life by people he didn't even know. He'd had dozens of compliments on his looks which never bothered him because that wasn't how he saw himself.
